My father said
You can sleep in as long as you want to
But we have to get these goats to her by noon

I didn’t see any goats

So I asked Keith Richards who was also there
Hey Richard I said and got a little confused
Should I start smoking marijuana
I gazed closely downward
And I could see the finely ground weed mixed in
With hooks and screws
Dirt and nails
Nuts and grommets
And a few shreds of cellophane
A little allen wrench was in there too

And so it is I thought
We focus sharply on what we cannot grasp
And we don’t know much about the periphery
Most of the time we see what we expect to see
Whether that’s what’s really there or not